An Yuying did not apply much force in her strike, her coquettish charm prevailing, and it was almost as if she were hitting air.
By the time her petite fists landed on Luo Yang's shoulders or chest, they had already softened.
Now, An Yuying was up close and personal with Luo Yang.
Amidst so many beauties, Luo Yang knew exactly how to cajole An Yuying.
Whenever she got jealous or angry, he would deploy a special move of his own invention, guaranteed to bring a smile to her face.
"Sister An, you're actually a martial arts master, you've hit me so hard," Luo Yang said seriously.
As he spoke, his right hand hooked around and grasped An Yuying's slender waist, pulling her smoothly into his embrace.
However, because Tang Guihua was clinging to Luo Yang, her limbs were in front of him.
Thus, An Yuying's body couldn't be fully pressed against the front of Luo Yang.
"I didn't even use my strength, you're lying."